The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Have you seen anyone else coming in or out of this office?"

Sato Miwako rushed upstairs and grabbed the lady sitting in front of the door and asked anxiously.

The information provided by Tamada Kazuo was sufficient. No matter what, Director Moriwaki was definitely involved in illegal transactions.

But as they had speculated before, if he did not act independently, but there was some chain of interests behind him, then this practice of lynching in front of the police was likely done by Moriwaki Bunta's former accomplices or other colleagues, and the nature of this scene became completely different.

"Are you talking about the director's office? No, what happened?" The two ladies sitting at the door and talking quietly raised their heads, pushed their glasses, and stood up. "Because we were discussing some cooperative activities with the director before, there was some commotion downstairs. We saw the director left, so we went upstairs to reconfirm the details of the activity with him, but we have been waiting until now..."

Matsuda Jinpei, who was following Sato Miwako at a leisurely pace, glanced at Shimabukuro Kimie, who was dressed gently and quietly, very much in line with the temperament of a housewife, then turned his eyes away without saying a word.

As soon as he saw these two teammates, he didn't need to guess, he already had a general idea of ​​what had happened upstairs.

Of course, the two of them would not attack the director directly, but if the team leader himself came and noticed something, and did not throw the director directly from the building, it can be considered that Tang Ze's condition is stable.

"Has no one been coming in or out of here?" Sato Miwako looked at the other police officers on both sides, and received one shake of the head after another, indicating that they had found nothing. Her brows couldn't help but frowned.

After discovering the curator hanging from the window, the police immediately blocked all entrances and exits upstairs and downstairs.

The office door is now locked because of concerns that there are some malicious designs in the room that might cause the director to fall to his death after the door is opened. After the police have confirmed the director's safety, they are arranging personnel to urgently set up nets and mats below to catch people.

In other words, from the time the police entered the library until now, this office has been completely sealed off...

While frowning in thought, Sato Miwako did not take it lightly. She adjusted her standing position and was relieved to see that the two women had no intention of avoiding the police, but kept trying to ask what happened.

"Sato..." Takagi Wataru, who had just returned from checking the surveillance footage, met her gaze and nodded.

What this means is that the two ladies did not lie. In the surveillance footage, they indeed came in after the curator entered the room, and then they sat at the door waiting without any suspicious behavior.

"Okay. Then please both of you leave this floor first." After confirming that they were not involved in the case, Sato Miwako signaled for someone to take them away.

If the citizens are truly unrelated, although the possibility of violent conflict is low, it is still necessary to clear the area and complete the evacuation before rushing in.

"You guys go ahead and do your work, I'll do it." Matsuda Jinpei, who was a few steps away from them, raised his hand and said, "I don't have a gun anymore, so I won't cause any trouble for you."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Sato Miwako did not object.

Toru Adachi is just a consultant at the police station and is not even a formal employee. Logically speaking, formal work has nothing to do with him.

Watching Adachi Toru and the two ladies walk up the stairs and leave the corner, Sato Miwako drew her pistol, stuck to the side of the door, and prepared to charge.

Half a minute later, the assault team broke down the office door.

A group of people immediately entered the office with guns in hand according to a tactical assault formation.

Of course, the room was empty.

A strong nylon rope was passed through the heavy object on the ground and thrown out of the window. It should be the one that hung the curator.

After the bruised and battered Moriwaki Bunta was pulled up by the police, Sato Miwako cautiously approached the pile of heavy objects covered with cloth and carefully moved the objects on top.

There were three large cardboard boxes stacked there, and only one was opened, and Sato Miwako saw something familiar.

The same thing that Tamada Kazuo saw in the children's reading area, a pile of fake books in plastic wrap without spines.

This was the prop that Moriwaki Bunta used to hide drugs. He sandwiched these things with the original book contents written on the cover in the middle of the movable bookshelf. This way, no matter which side a book was pulled out from, when they saw the page facing them, they would just think it was the book on the opposite side. In addition, children seldom would be interested in the seemingly obscure Western content at the back of the reading area. Apart from Tamada Kazuo, the employee who was responsible for sorting and warehousing, no one else had ever discovered it.

After briefly confirming the contents, other members of the Investigation Section 1 nearby began taking photos and resealing the three cartons, confiscating them as evidence and illegal contents to prevent the scene from being contaminated by the blood on Moriwaki Bunta's body.

I don't know what the people who tortured him prepared. The wounds on his body seemed to be coated with an anticoagulant similar to heparin. It had been dried by the wind for a while. The blood on the ground had dried up, but his wounds were still oozing blood. Coupled with his already poor appearance, he looked as hideous as a ghost.

After scratching Moriwaki Bunta's face and confirming that he had lost consciousness, Sato Miwako nodded: "... Find a stretcher. The library should have a medical room or first aid supplies. Let's send him to the hospital first."

Seeing that he is not conscious anymore, interrogating him will not yield any results.

"Are there other secret passages in the room?" Shiratori Renzaburo looked around the office and guessed.

Before they came, the director was fine because Adachi Toru showed up and allowed him to avoid the crowd and return to his office. Surveillance video proved that until the police arrived at the office door, no one except the director himself had entered or left.

If there were no other secret passages in the room, I really don’t know how to explain the formation of this secret room.

"We can't rule out this possibility." Sato Miwako replied seriously, "This is a drug dealer's office."

The Mihua Library was built a long time ago and has undergone several renovations, with many changes to its internal structure.

After being selected as a transit point for certain transactions, whether there are hidden architectural structures inside it remains to be seen by subsequent police officers using professional equipment.

The simple investigation yielded no results, and the on-site investigators and drug enforcement officers who followed stayed in the office to continue their work. The few people who had temporarily finished their intrusion work took the stretcher of the unconscious Moriwaki Bunta and prepared to take the suspect to the hospital by ambulance.

"There is no need to say much about the problem of Moriwaki Bunta. If Conan hadn't discovered it in time today, Mr. Tamada might have been killed by him soon. But this time Adachi said that he came to the library to look up old newspapers to investigate the case. It was purely a coincidence. It only took us a dozen minutes to receive the call. They couldn't have had time to pass on the information. Who did it?" Shiratori Jinsaburo pinched his chin, thinking hard.

Although the victim was also an unforgivable murderer and did not deserve sympathy, the fact that he was lynched without anyone noticing in the presence of dozens of police officers in the building was such a provocation that the police could not help but be angry.

"Even if there is a secret area in the office, I don't think it is connected to other places." Sato Miwako agreed, "Otherwise Moriwaki Bunta would not just sit there and wait for death. He would definitely use this method to escape... Hmm?"

As they were talking, they walked into the elevator.

Except for Sato Miwako, Takagi Wataru who was carrying the stretcher, and Shiratori Jinsaburo, the members of the Boy Detective League were waiting for the result in the elevator but were not allowed to follow immediately.

Almost at the moment when Miwako Sato stepped in, the elevator issued an overload warning sound.

"Ah, we've exceeded the limit." Miwako Sato was stunned. Seeing the words "Maximum capacity: 7 people" on the wall of the elevator, she took a step back.

There were indeed seven people in total, including the four members of the Junior Detective League, Takagi, Shiratori, and the unconscious Moriwaki Bunta on the stretcher.

This time, the elevator did not sound an alarm and the door closed successfully.

A faint light came out from the gap in the elevator door, slowly sank, and disappeared towards the ground.

Feeling something was wrong, Sato Miwako couldn't help but frown.

At the same time, Conan, who was standing in the elevator, also counted the number of people and frowned.

That's not right. The normal number of people that an elevator can carry must be based on adults of normal size.

Even Yuanta, the fattest member of the Junior Detective League, is far from the height and weight of an adult.

Moriwaki Bunta was being carried on a simple, light stretcher that was unlikely to put much of a burden on the elevator.

That's why the elevator started reporting overweight just because of the slender figure of Miwako Sato...

Conan's eyes widened as an idea suddenly occurred to him.

Just then, the elevator arrived at the lobby on the first floor and the doors slowly slid open to both sides.

"Wait, don't go out!"

Conan was about to raise his hand to stop the two policemen who were about to leave, but outside the door, the panting Sato Miwako shouted first.

She stepped forward and pressed the elevator's emergency stop button without hesitation.

What if, she meant what if, what if the secret passage in Moriwaki Bunta's office did not lead to some passage exposed to the outside, but to a place that existed in this building but could not be seen by outsiders?

For example, an elevator shaft?

"Now, go to the second floor immediately! There is someone on top of the elevator!"

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The unconscious Moriwaki Bunta was taken over by the police officers on the first floor. Several policemen, together with the young detective team who had sneaked up with him, stood silently in front of the closed elevator door on the second floor.

"Open it?"

"Open it. What are you hesitating about? Are you afraid of prying the door open and revealing a dead body? Hurry up."

"oh oh……"

With the joint efforts of several people, the closed elevator door was soon pried open violently, and the top of the elevator car was slowly exposed to everyone's view.

What was indeed there was not the murderer who disappeared from the office as Miwako Sato had expected, but several heavy black bags.

"these are……?"

Takagi Shigeru wanted to go up to confirm, but was stopped by Sato Miwako vigilantly.

While she held the other person, she did not forget to glare at him.

This guy Takagi has clearly encountered an incident where a bomb was hidden on the top of an elevator and he was forced to be trapped in the elevator, but why is he still so careless when seeing an unidentified object?

After observing the situation for a while, Miwako Sato carefully used her toes to pull off the black cloth covering her head.

Bags of plastic-sealed crystals were exposed to everyone's sight, causing several people to instinctively hold their breath.

It was this powdery substance that Kazuo Tamada found in the fake book, and it is self-evident what it is.

The drugs that were transported into the library via books were hidden by the curator in this place where people come and go every day but no one will notice them, quietly waiting to move to the next stage.

This is not a simple elevator shaft, but the source of some black blood that needs to be pumped throughout the body.

"What is that?" The sharp-eyed Miwako Sato spotted a non-reflective object in the plastic bag, put on gloves, and pulled it out from the gap.

This is a piece of torn cloth, as if it was cut from some kind of fabric. It seems that Moriwaki Fumita's missing clothes have been found.

Above the cloth, there were some brown words that looked like dried blood, indicating that the guy who did this was the same person who hung Moriwaki Bunta there.

"'Gift'." Before Conan, who was eager to see the scene clearly, jumped up, Shiratori Renzaburo read out the word above, "It should come from the same weapon as those two words."

What he didn't say was that, judging by the condition of the cloth, it was likely that Moriwaki Bunta was still wearing it when the word was carved.

This could explain the origin of the many irregular-looking wounds on Moriwaki Bunta's body, apart from the most obvious carving mark.

In other words, the executioner first took off Moriwaki Bunta's coat, then slowly wrote something on his body with blood through a layer of shirt, then removed the obstruction of the cloth and directly wrote on the victim's already scarred skin...

"What a cruel guy." Takagi Wataru, who had also imagined the scene, sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Tang Ze, who was so obsessed with reproducing the classics that he was highly praised by the police, glanced in the direction of the library, turned around and continued to play with the butterfly knife in his hand.

This is the cold weapon that is most convenient for Kumail. Tang Ze, who faithfully completes his role-playing mission, naturally will not forget his character at this time.

If the Metropolitan Police Department had a strong enough forensic doctor who could identify the shape of the weapon that caused the wounds on Moriwaki Bunta's body, perhaps they could gain some results from some past cases.

His mind was full of random thoughts until the sound of a car door opening interrupted his distraction.

"You just came here like this? What if the Investigation Section comes looking for you later?" Tang Ze raised his eyebrows as he watched Jinpei Matsuda lead two other teammates into the car.

"I'm not from the Investigation Division 1 now. I'm just an innocent informant." Matsuda Jinpei said confidently, "Is it okay to make such a big fuss? If so, the people behind Moriwaki Bunta will be alerted."

"If you remember to ask me before contacting them, I will think you are really worried." Tang Ze rolled his eyelids unhappily, but still explained his doubts, "I have almost investigated it clearly, and sent the information back to Mr. Amuro."

So if his teammates and Conan, whose radar was too sensitive, hadn't set off the explosion today, maybe the matter wouldn't have developed to the point where Tamada Kazuo was killed, and the matter would have been resolved...

Thinking of this, Tang Ze looked towards the library entrance from afar.

There, a lady who had been anxiously waiting for a long time excitedly walked through the police blockade and hugged Tamada Kazuo as he walked out the door.

Although I couldn't see their expressions and movements clearly from such a distance, from the way they were hugging each other tightly, I could tell that they were both very scared and excited.

This was Mrs. Tamada, his wife whom Tamada Kazuo would call before leaving get off work every day to let her know when he would be home...

That’s why the wife discovered her husband’s disappearance immediately and called the police…

"...Forget it, this is not bad." Tang Ze said in a low voice, retracting his gaze.